First Line: Come, every joyful heart,

Come, every joyful heart,
That loves the Saviour's name,
Your noblest powers exert
To celebrate His fame ;
Tell all above and all below,
The debt of love to Him you owe.

2 He left His starry crown,
And laid His robes aside ;
On wings of love came down.
And wept, and bled, and died :
What he endured no tongue can tell,
To save our souls from death and hell.

3 From the dark grave He rose----
The mansion of the dead;
And thence His mighty foes
In glorious triumph led:
Up through the sky the Conqueror rode,
And reigns on high, the Saviour God.

4 From thence He'll quickly come----
His chariot will not stay----
And bear our spirits home
To realms of endless day :
There shall we see His lovely face,
And ever be in His embrace.